I hate being on the phone all day talking to attorneys, and police.

Food that is.

Damn.

Watching children jump on cars.

Carrying on, stoop style with cheap vodka.

Power dieting.

Photoshoots.

Fame.

Love.

Hurt.

Longing.

Love.

I like
The shit in you
The filth that's you
The hate in you
The germs in you
The callous you
The angry you
The stupid you
The bitter you
The careless you
The weak you
The freak that's you
I like you
I like everything about you

I am a stallion.

kaka Sheet galoure in the dryer, dirty jock straps on the floor. I'm not even a whore, I wouldn't say anymore. But last night for sure.

Peace yo

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The subject line describes it all. My birthday, which was going to be a mellow night at the movies. Turned into MAYHEM!!!. It all started with a bottle of Jack Daniels my roomate EK got me. We downed a chilled glass each and rushed out the door to catch the 9:30 Showing of V for Vendetta. On the way there EK mentioned how for her birthday she ( Read more... )

The trip home really re-instated my feeling for my ex boyfriend Mike ( Read more... )

I went to see a place in Brooklyn today. Its cool and kinda like communial living. I'll share it with and guy and a girl. Its a three room place.

I'm really fuckin' stoaked accually! The guy is hella cool and its in a rad neighborhood!

I move in April 1st. :D

FInally a place to rest my head!

I missed my flight to Seattle yesterday. And I was down to my last, I spent it on the train there. All I had left in my pocket was some empty gum rappers and lint. Luckily in my Patty Smith book I had a dollar placed on the money poem. I spent it on some coffee to drink while I contemplated how the fuck I was gonna get out of the airport ( Read more... )

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